No more room for bullshit
The one I cary
The one I throw around annoyingly
The one I receive, tolerate or put up with
The one I ignore
The one I lazy into
The one I’ve saved up for when I need an excuse
I keep it all because
I put myself under so very much pressure
Pleasing, agreeing or complying
I sometimes press myself in spaces
I didn’t want to be in
In the first place
Maybe not in a general sense
But in some of the specifics
They are my back up plan
Act as safety valves
And stress relief
What if I listen more closely
Move only where I feel called
Adjust the specifics before jumping on board
I wouldn’t need to keep so many
It’s time to get off the merry go round